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I am not who you thought I was.
She's vanished, gone under the slender black lines of ink,
That snake over porcelain skin,
Like threads of spider-spun silk.
I was never who you thought I was.
It was all an elaborate game,
Just me playing dress-up in another girl's skin.
And your horror when I shed it.
I will never be who you thought I was.
My heartstrings have always tugged me in different directions,
You've always been too naive to understand.
You cannot accompany me.
I can not be who you thought I was.
The things you want from me I cannot give.
And I can no longer bear your disappointed glares.
All I will take from you is the memory of your face...